AA Oni Gangbang

>"Hi there. My name is Yuriko, and I'm an alcoholic."
>"Hi, Yuriko", the crowd echoes back halfheartedly, much to your grudging approval and mild disappointment
>at least they're doing what they're supposed to do now even if they lack any enthusiasm for it
>you have to admit you feel a bit nervous in this crowd
>why the local branch has a single human man running AA meetings for a bunch of oni (mostly red but a few blue) doing court mandated alcoholism rehab that will never work
>you mean they're oni, come on
>it's literally in their blood
>still, you gesture for Yuriko to go on
>She chuckles
>"And I've been sober for... Maybe an hour now?"
>You try not to let your disapproval cover your face
>you fail
>"What's the matter, Mr. Anon? It ain't none of your business whether or not I'm drinking before I come here. I am drinkin' less, after all."
>You tell her that it is in fact literally your business to control her drinking
>that actually does get a laugh out of the crowd
>she grumbles while you lecture her about the benefits of temperance and not being so drunk you pick a fight with a manticore at two in the morning
>like she did
>anyway, it's clearly not helping much
>she's staring at your crotch the entire time
>they're all part of the same gang
>you know because they all arrived at once and they're all wearing the same... lack of clothing
>seriously even in MGC you thought wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of shorts that could easily double as panties was illegal
>(and in fact if you look closely you can see their panties edging up over the waistline of the shorts)
>(you try not to be too obvious about your staring)
>she catches you that time and laughs before finishing her 'seven step plan' that seems to consist mostly of the minimum possible effort before sitting down and another oni taking her place on the stand
>and so your session goes
>since you're busy attentively listening to each speaker you don't see Yuriko mumbling wiith her gangmates and staring at you when you're looking elsewhere
>grinding their hips into their seats and licking their lips
>even you can sense the rising tension in the air as the session comes to a close
>"alright, I think that's it for the week. I'll see you all on friday, yeah?"
>you turn to pack up your stuff amidst a shuffling of chairs when a hand lands on your back and you turn
>"Yes... Yuriko?"
>she has a smirk on her face and the rest of her crew is crowded around behind her staring at you intently
>this is how you die, isn't it?
>"Hey, Mr. Anon."
>"care to give a little more hands on instruction this time?"
>you find yourself shoved into one of the classrooms and are dumped on the table by Yuriko, the other gang members crowding around you
>you try to claw away but two of them grab your arms and you're now laying there, splayed on a cold plastic table with ten horny oni surrounding you
>and you can't move
>why the fuck are you getting hard
>this is going to be a life-threatening experience
>you try to say something but one of the girls shoves a pair of damp red panties in your mouth and holds it in while one of them gets the duct tape ready and slaps it over your mouth
>you're hyperventilating now while they duct tape you to the table
>and they're chuckling at your misfortune
>Your eyes dart left and right but they stay silent. A few have their hands down their shorts and are blushing profusely while they fuck themselves but most are just watching you
>Yuriko speaks
>"I'm going first."
>there is a murmur of agreement when she steps up to your legs
>Yuriko wastes no time
>your pants shred under her firm grip
>you didn't think denim could actually tear like that but she just had to show off how quickly she could crush you
>"Been too long since we had a nice slut, eh girls?"
>they cheer and you fear
>you hear stories about oni prison and these girls are only out as part of a plea deal
>she drops her shorts and panties with no ceremony, clambering up onto the table and onto you
>no time to waste as she slams her hips onto yours and you think you can hear your bones creak
>one of the other girls has finished taping your legs to the legs of the table so you can't do much but flex and gurgle at her through the impromptu gag which fills your mouth with a bittersweet taste
>"Come ON, slut! Moan for me! Beg me for my cunt!"
>you gurgle something but each of her slamming thrusts knocks the wind out of you and you're pretty sure you're bruising
>she slams into you again and again and you feel like you're going to break
>but it never comes
>she finishes after a minute or so more, moaning as her skin flushes redder than usual before pulling herself off of you and stepping away
>"I'm gonna take that drink now, Yuka." Yuriko smirks at you but your vision is obscured by another girl clambering onto the table
>"Come on, slut. You ready for your next round?" she teases, dragging her fingers over your face
>you try to shake your head no and she laughs
>"well, too bad, cuz I am."
>You're still hard and ready from last time and she stripped herself already so it's but a moment before you are united with this career criminal in the most intimate possible way
>you desperately try to pretend you're not actually here and this isn't actually happening
>but you're forced to confront the here and now when she flexes her insides somehow when you're hilted entirely and you topple over the edge, spraying into her
>"Enjoying yourself down there, slut?" the oni whispers
>"We knew you'd like it. You're our little bitch tonight, so you best hope you got a lot more like that lined up"
>she never stops pumping her hips
>of course she too comes, more messily and nosily than Yuriko, leaving a reminder of her dominance over you in your spattered crotch and stomach before climbing off and going to get one of the beers that Yuka seems to have produced from... somewhere.
>You lie there exhausted for a moment and contemplate how unfair life is
>you didn't want your first time to be like this
>the tears are noticed by the next one to climb on top of you, to her obvious amusement
>"Aw, anon, don't be sad. You're just embracing your natural role as a fucktoy for us!"
>her blue skin and flushed complexion is different from the first two but she's no more gentle when she starts
>you're bruised now, and it's starting to hurt but you try to lie there and not make any noise while she fucks your immobile body
>this one -- Jia, you think? is much more vocal, demanding to know if you "like that, slut?" every time she thrusts and occasionally interspersed with a bit of "take it like the little bitch you are, yeah, my bitch"
>any second now a janitor will hear the commotion and call the police or -- or something.
>the other girls have stripped naked now and are closer around you, masturbating furiously as they wait their turn, arguing about which one of them gets to fuck you ("the slut") next.
>the biggest one in the entire group (like, seriously, she's the size and general shape of a sexy fridge) clambers up and shouts "Hey, Yuka! Drink me!"
>the can hurtles through the air and she snatches it out, pops the tab and slams half of it down before pouring the rest out on your face
>you wince and try to shut your eyes but she directs your face back into the pour.
>"drink up, anon. You aren't drunk enough for this meeting yet."
>and then she starts
>slamming you into the table it creaks with every thrust and you feel a mix of pain and pleasure that honestly shouldn't be possible
>she's easily the longest lasting of your assailants that night
>three times you come in her and by the end all you're doing is scooping your own semen out of her with each thrust
>her face remains passive the entire time but the contrast of her incredible force and the tenderness with which she shepherds your orgasms is what finally breaks you after this insane night
>you just can't care anymore
>all of the girls take a turn fucking you again and again
>at least three times around before they start fucking you two at a time, one grinding on your face or just masturbating on your chest
>you can't care when Yuka, resourceful as always, pulls out the manticore venom and makes you go nonstop from girl to girl to girl for hours and hours
>it's nearly five in the morning when they leave
>Yuriko throws some cash on you and leaves you tied there. "Thanks for the good time. See you friday, slut."
>you lie there in silence for three hours before the janitor comes to clean you up
>the thunderbird stops when she sees you and for a single moment you can feel your freedom
>that feeling sinks away when she smiles and pulls out her phone
>a call is made.
>"Hey, girl, you busy? I found something fun..."